So a few important things that I need to say before you all read this chapter!
First, I apologize to any Russian speakers who read this chapter for most likely butchering your beautiful language. I used google translate, which was most definitely wrong lol also the translations for the Russian sentences are bolded and in italics.
Also, I did something different with Dimitri's character, and I don't if everyone will like it. I want to show both Rose and Dimitri's true character a little deeper, but I may have strayed from how Dimitri is like in the books.
This was the longest chapter I ever wrote and I really hope you guys enjoy. Please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer- All characters belong to Richelle Mead.
Tonight was date night.
Rose and Dimitri were both a bit more jittery tonight than they had been the night of Dimitri's birthday.
For the latter, the outing seemed more casual since there were multiple people there and it was a club.
Tonight, they were going out to dinner with Adrian and Sydney, and the setting was more intimate. In private, the two had become comfortable to touch and feel each other as they pleased, but would that still be acceptable out in public?
Rose knew she was a minor and she didn't want to publicly put Dimitri in a position where he would feel uncomfortable by choosing between his career and her.
So she decided to let Dimitri take the lead tonight, and she would follow whatever he did.
She spent all day deciding on what to wear. Dimitri had told her the place was pretty nice so it would be acceptable to dress up.
She didn't really have anything that nice, most of her fancier clothes still in the old bedroom at her parent's house.
She looked through her closet until her eyes landed on a tight, black, strapless dress. She picked the material up, reminiscing about how she had gotten it for a dance her junior year, except she hadn't been around to wear it.
Tonight seemed like a good night to wear it out for the first time.
As Dimitri got dressed in his room, Rose got ready in hers.
She had straightened her hair, and loosely curled the ends. She kept her makeup incredibly simple, choosing to put on only eyeliner, mascara, and a dark, nude lipstick that paired great with her skin.
Once she put the dress on, she immediately wondered if her choice had been a mistake. The dress fit her like a glove, accentuating her curvaceous, yet toned body to perfection. It reached a little past mid-thigh, so she didn't seem too slutty in it either.
The problem with the dress was that it was strapless and sleeveless, so her cigar burns on her left clavicle and the scars on her wrists were clearly noticeable to the naked eye.
She ran her hand over the marred skin, wondering if it was too late to back out and wear something else.
Rose must've lost track of time thinking, because a knock at her bedroom door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Rose, can I come in?" Dimitri's accented voice came through the door.
Without turning away from the mirror, she answered, "Sure."
"I just wanted to see how much longer…" Dimitri trailed off, and Rose turned away from the mirror to see what caused him to not finish his sentence.
The answer had been her.
Dimitri stood stuck at the spot, his mouth open like a gaping idiot.
From her feet incased in a pair of black heels, all the way to her long, dark hair, Rose looked completely breathtaking.
"Do I look okay?" Rose asked, her previous confidence over her image completely diminishing once she saw her exposed skin.
Dimitri looked at her incredulously. "Okay? You look beautiful," he said, looking at her in complete awe.
Rose gave him a small smile, then reached her hand up to her shoulder once again.
"But you can see my scars," she pointed out, looking at her feet.
She saw Dimitri's feet walk up to her, until he was standing right in front of her.
He gently pulled her hand away, then moved her hair completely back so the marks on her shoulder were even more exposed.
"Start being proud of who you are. Don't hide yourself anymore Roza," he said sweetly, cupping her face with both hands.
"You're the only one who I'm used to looking at them."
"You're starting school in two days, consider tonight as practice."
Dimitri did have a point there, Rose thought. The faster she became comfortable in her own skin, the easier it would be in the future.
"Now let's get going before I decide to have you for dinner instead," Dimitri said, once running his heated gaze over Rose's figure.
Giggling and blushing at Dimitri's comment, she grabbed Dimitri's hand and said, "Let's go."
The Latin restaurant was big, had two floors, with low lighting, and modern décor. The place was bustling, even more so since it was the weekend.
Rose was thankful she had worn the dress she had, because she felt appropriately dressed for the restaurant. She glanced over at Dimitri, who wore a black, button-down shirt with black slacks. Rose thought he looked incredibly hot and judging by the hungry look most of the females at the place were giving him, Rose knew they agreed, too.
They sat down at a table with the couple that was dressed just as nicely as they were.
Sydney was wearing a red halter dress that complimented her petite figure perfectly, while Adrian was dressed similar to Dimitri, the only difference being that his shirt was a dark grey color.
Conversation amongst the four flowed so naturally and smoothly, that Rose seemed silly for being as nervous as she was.
"I'm going to head to the bathroom," Sydney said once they had ordered the food.
Rose got up, too. It was a universal code that girls accompanied each other to the bathroom.
As the girls went towards the restroom, Dimitri noticed two men dressed in suits leering at the women as they walked by.
Dimitri wasn't blind. He had seen the way the men at this place looked when Rose walked in, but all they did was look.
These two men in particular were looking at them differently, like animals waiting to consume their prey. The two had a few years on Dimitri, and while they didn't seem like they were out of shape, they weren't anywhere near as fit as Dimitri was.
When the girls passed by the table, they turned completely, eyes glued to their ass and legs. If that wasn't enough, one turned towards his friend and put his hands in front of his chest, clearly making gestures about Rose's ample chest.
Dimitri clenched his fist, feeling a suffocating type of anger beginning to course through his veins. He pulled at the collar of his dress shirt, literally feeling hot from the intense hatred he suddenly felt for these two strangers who were blatantly eye-fucking Rose as she walked away.
"You good?" Adrian asked, eying Dimitri's sudden change in demeanor.
Dimitri didn't respond, glaring in the direction of the two men who were oblivious to his stare.
Adrian glanced behind him to a few tables over, in the direction Dimitri was looking at to see two men laughing loudly over multiple glasses of liquor.
He turned back towards Dimitri and raised a questioning eyebrow in his direction.
"Those men were looking at the girls," he grunted out.
Adrian looked around the whole restaurant before his eyes landed back on Dimitri.
"All of the guys here have been looking at our girls," he said pointedly.
Dimitri's ears perked at Adrian's usage of 'our girls,' but ignored it for the matter at hand.
"Not like those two were," Dimitri said nodding towards the table.
Adrian glanced back again and spoke, "Then we'll keep an eye on them." Because frankly, Adrian didn't play when it came to Sydney.
Back in the bathroom, the girls were touching up their hair and makeup when Sydney spoke up.
"So how long have you and Dimitri been together?" she asked casually.
Rose's head whipped to the side to look at Sydney's honest, and very understandable question.
Rose wondered if Dimitri and her looked like a couple to those around them, because they weren't exactly trying to be.
To be fair, they weren't trying not to look like a couple either.
Sydney looked over at Rose when she noticed she hadn't yet responded.
"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?" She asked suddenly sounding worried.
Rose shook her head and quickly said, "No, no you didn't say anything wrong." Sydney sighed in relief.
"Dimitri and I aren't together," Rose said, feeling a bit awkward.
Sydney seemed even more embarrassed than she had before and apologetically said, "Oh I'm sorry, I just assumed…" she trailed off, not really knowing how to word her thoughts. "I don't know, you guys just came off like you were together the other night and tonight."
"No need to say sorry," Rose said, waving it off. "Dimitri and I are complicated," Rose told her the simplest, yet honest thing she could.
"I get it," Sydney said. A moment later, a blush covered her cheeks and she turned back towards Rose. "I hope you don't mind, but Adrian actually mentioned what happened with you. And I don't know, I just assumed you and Dimitri became close after that, and then eventually ended up together."
Sydney didn't realize how accurately she had just worded Dimitri and Rose's situation.
"I don't mind," Rose said, and surprisingly she didn't. Though the overall topic was uncomfortable and still difficult to discuss, she knew it wasn't a secret to those around her, and she was sure that once people heard her name, they would instantly recognize her as 'that girl who'd been taken.'
So Sydney knowing, and being truthful about knowing didn't bother Rose.
She also knew that she needed to have a serious conversation with Dimitri about their relationship and where they stood. As potentially awkward and uncomfortable as it might be, they needed to discuss what they were.
Once the girls returned back to the table, both Dimitri and Adrian kept an eye out for the two men who had taken an interest in their women. As nonchalant and laid back as Adrian was, it bothered him how blatantly those two men stared at Rose and Sydney.
"Be cool," Adrian whispered towards Dimitri once the girls sat back down.
Dimitri instantly tried to relax himself, mentally and physically so Rose wouldn't be able to tell how irate Dimitri was, but she still noticed.
"You okay Comrade," she asked softly into his ear.
He turned towards her and the sight of her face alone calmed him tremendously.
He gave her a smile and nodded, telling her everything was fine.
Once the food came, they were able to momentarily forget about the two drunken patrons and focus on one another instead.
Between Adrian and Rose's similar sense of humor to Sydney and Dimitri's mildly exasperated expression towards their dates, the four had a blast with one another.
"Rose gets me, because we're both mozzarellas in the cheese world," he said gesturing to the brunette.
"What the hell does that even mean?" Dimitri asked, utterly confused.
"Adrian and I took a buzzfeed quiz to see what type of cheese we were and we both got mozzarella," Rose responded, as if appalled that Dimitri would even need to ask.
Sydney and Dimitri shared a look of pure confusion.
"You're definitely cheddar," Adrian said, pointing towards Dimitri.
"Totally," Rose agreed.
"I feel like I should be offended," Dimitri mumbled.
Adrian finished off the rest of his drink and gestured towards the bar that was off to the right side of the restaurant.
"Want to get more?" he asked Dimitri who nodded. Both men got up and went towards the bar, as the girls continued with their conversation.
As Adrian ordered an elaborate drink Dimitri had never heard of, he heard two drunk, yet obnoxiously loud Russian voices coming closer to him.
Glancing to his left, Dimitri saw that it was the two men from earlier who had just taken temporary residence next to Dimitri at the bar.
Immediately, Dimitri scowled in their direction yet they hadn't noticed.
"Eto samyye goryachiye suki, kotoryye ya kogda-libo videl," the stockier one of the duo drunkenly said. Those are the hottest bitches I've ever seen.
Dimitri whipped his head towards them, only to see the pair leering once again at Rose and Sydney.
"My dolzhny byli sledovat' za nimi v vannuyu," the other replied to his friend. We should've followed them into the bathroom.
Dimitri was pulled out of his murderous haze when he heard Rose call his name from the table.
"Can you get me another coke, Dimitri?" she asked, smiling widely at him, and clearly enjoying her self.
He nodded towards her and turned around quickly so she wouldn't notice how pissed off he was.
Dimitri gruffly told the bartender to get him a coke and tried to calm himself down. They're just drunk men, Dimitri told himself, their harmless.
As the bartender was getting Rose's coke, he heard the stocky one speak up again.
"YA soblazn brosit' chto-to v napitok, yesli vy ponimayete, chto ya imeyu v vidu." I'm tempted to drop something into the drink, if you know what I mean. The man who said that produced a handful of pills for his friend to see, showing him just how serious he was.
The anger Dimitri felt before was nothing to what he felt now. He was burning with rage and it took everything in him not to turn around and punch both men then and there.
He also realized that the two had absolutely no clue Dimitri could understand every crude and disgusting thing they were telling each other in Russian.
Dimitri saw that as a good thing, because he was easily able to listen into what they were saying without the two having the slightest idea.
The bartender handed Dimitri the drink and he quickly grabbed it with his right hand, and kept it by his side, completely away from the two perverts.
As he waited for Adrian to finish up, the men continued to speak back and forth.
"Odin v chernom vyglyadit tak, kak budto lyubit petukh. YA by sdelal vse, chtoby sognut' eto." The one in the black looks like she loves cock. I would do anything to bend that one over.
The stocky one had clearly taken an interest in Rose, while the other taller individual was torn between both girls.
"Da, no boleye tonkiy, veroyatno, imeyet boleye zhestkuyu kisku. Khotya mne by khotelos' uvidet' sis'ki na drugoy suke." Yeah but the tinier one probably has a tighter pussy. Though I would love to see the tits on the other bitch.
On and on they went, angering Dimitri to the point where he was surprised the glass in his hand hadn't shattered at the intensity of his hold on it. He could feel his hands shaking to the point where some of the coke fell over the rim, making his hand wet.
Over the red, hot rage coursing through his veins, he heard his name being called.
"Dimitri, I said your name like 5 times," Adrian said, noticing Dimitri's stiff posture and clenched jaw. He lifted his glass for Dimitri to see. "I got my drink, let's get back to the girls."
Dimitri swallowed deeply, once again feeling like he was suffocating and pulled himself away from the bar. He didn't know how he was going to hide his expression from Rose this time around.
The two men approached the table and sat down. Dimitri slid the drink over to Rose, refusing to meet her confused and worried gaze. He looked towards the bar again, just in time to see both men pulling out packs of cigarettes from their pockets and heading out.
He abruptly stood up, catching the attention of all three people at the table.
"Didn't you say you needed a smoke?" Dimitri said, tucking his chair in, all ready to go outside even if Adrian refused.
Adrian scrunched his eyebrows together and asked, "Now? I just got my drink." Dimitri only nodded.
Though Dimitri and Adrian were polar opposites, he knew his cousin well enough to know that Dimitri wouldn't just make an excuse like that if it wasn't important.
Adrian stood up, too and gave his girlfriend a reassuring peck on the lips and told her he'd be right back. Dimitri pretended he hadn't seen Rose look in his direction, wanting to know what was wrong.
The two men walked outside, as Adrian pulled out a cigarette from his pocket.
"What's this about Dimitri?" Adrian asked, lighting up his cigarette.
Dimitri shook his head, and said, "Just needed some fresh air."
Adrian looked warily at Dimitri, who himself was looking at the area around him, clearly searching for something.
There were people in front of the restaurant and a whole crowd across the street, where a popular bar was located.
Dimitri turned to his right, where Adrian was standing, and looked a little further down to finally spot who he was looking for.
The drunken bastards were at the mouth of an alley, completely unoccupied by the rest of the city-goers.
Dimitri approached the two, completely ignoring Adrian asking him where he was going.
All he saw when he looked at them was what they wanted to do to Rose. His Roza.
For the first time that night, the two men finally acknowledged Dimitri's presence.
And despite the fact that they seemed to truly be noticing him for the first time, they couldn't ignore the murderous look that had taken over the 6'7" stranger's face, that seemed to be fast approaching them.
In trying to stay clear of Dimitri, the two men had inadvertently pushed themselves further into the alley, much to Dimitri's pleasure.
Dimitri stopped in front of the two and looked at the tall one, who had seemed interested in both Rose and Sydney.
"Did you call an ambulance for you and your friend?"
The two shared confused, yet worried glances with one another.
"What do you mean?" he asked, his accent coming out thick.
"YA pokazhu tebe." I'll show you.
As Dimitri said those three words in Russian, the men had come to the realization that he not only spoke the language, but also understood exactly what they had said.
Before they could even blink, Dimitri was on them.
All of the anger that had been coursing through his veins and making him feel as if he couldn't breath had finally taken over as Dimitri took turns pummeling both men with his fists. Even if they had been sober, they wouldn't stand a chance against Dimitri.
Dimitri had only ever lost control of his rage like this once in his life and that was when he fought his own father at the age of thirteen. The rage he felt right now was making him blind and he only had one goal in mind, which was to kill both of these men for speaking the way they had about Rose.
They were pleading and calling for help, but they were in an alley, in the city on a Saturday night. No one could hear them.
It didn't take long for both men to fall onto the floor as Dimitri went back and forth between the two, yet focusing most of his anger on the stocky one who wanted to drug Rose.
He didn't know how long he beat them for, it could've been seconds or it could've been minutes, before he felt a pair of lean arms wrap around his waist and pull him back.
Dimitri pulled against the body that was trying to stop him, before the voice belonging to the person finally made its way past Dimitri's rage and into his ear.
"Enough Dimitri, enough!" Adrian screamed, moving himself in front of Dimitri and shoving him back.
Dimitri tried moving past Adrian, but he wouldn't have it and pushed against his cousin even harder.
"What the fuck man, enough already!"
Though Dimitri still shook with anger, he was able to listen to Adrian long enough to stop fighting him.
Adrian glanced back at the bloody and groaning bodies of the two men behind him, fear taking over his features.
"What the fuck Dimitri?" Adrian repeated. He had never in his life seen Dimitri like this. The men worked with criminals on a day-to-day basis, many who did and said everything they could to get under their skin; and Adrian could easily admit that he had never seen Dimitri come even close to looking as pissed off and scary as he did right now.
Dimitri's chest was heaving, more from the anger then the physical exertion he had just put himself through. And with each breath he took, he became more and more aware of what he had just done.
Glancing down at his own hands, he saw they were cut and bloodied, with his blood or theirs, he didn't know. He looked at his hands in shock and fear, as if it was his first time seeing them.
Adrian saw Dimitri's demeanor change once again, switching from indignation to complete and utter shame and fear.
He approached him slowly and carefully, "Dimitri, what the hell was that?"
Dimitri shook his head, and wiped his hands on his pants, silently thanking God he had worn black so no blood showed on his clothes.
"Nothing, let's go."
"With all due respect, what you did back there" he said gesturing to the two men, who were still groaning from the dirty pavement, "is not nothing."
Dimitri turned away, needing to get away from the alley and those men quickly, before he decided to finish what he started.
"Leave it," he said gruffly.
Adrian gripped Dimitri's arm hard, halting his movements.
"Is this all because of how they looked at Rose and Sydney?" Adrian asked, incredulously,
"They wanted to drug her," Dimitri said, speaking low. He could feel himself getting angry again and had to force himself not to look at the two men in fear that the sight of them would make Dimitri go back into the alley.
"What?" Adrian asked, shocked.
Dimitri nodded, "They wanted to drug her and talked about how they were going to fuck our girls," Dimitri growled out, repeating Adrian's usage of 'our girls.'
Adrian never got mad, but right now, he was livid.
"I'll be right back," he said, turning away to walk back into the alley. Dimitri saw him crouch down and speak with the two men, though he couldn't hear a word he said.
He turned away, and tried to calm himself down. He didn't want to scare Rose, because to be completely honest, Dimitri was terrified of himself right now.
He prided himself on being cool and collected. He rarely ever let his emotions get the best of him, so for him to reach this level of anger, and do something as reckless and dangerous as beating two men up in a place so public, while working in law enforcement, was both stupid and completely unlike Dimitri.
And as much as he wanted to regret what he did, he couldn't.
He would do that over and over again if he had to. He would do that just for Rose.
Adrian came back a few moments later, his posture as stiff as Dimitri's.
"We're good," he said, walking back towards the restaurant, with Dimitri by his side.
"What do you mean?"
"I flashed them my badge and told them I had them on tape saying they were going to drug a minor," Adrian shrugged as Dimitri pulled the door to the restaurant back open. "All I know is, they slipped and fell in the alley," Adrian said, smirking towards Dimitri.
The two approached the girls and Dimitri looked down at himself to make sure nothing from his outfit looked out of place.
The girls didn't seem surprised to see them back after so long and it was only until Dimitri glanced at his watch that he noticed Adrian and him were outside for no more than 5 minutes.
Damn, he did a lot of damage in that time.
"Baby, I'm tired," Adrian said, once again coming to Dimitri's rescue. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to sit there with them, pretending like nothing was wrong when he knew how close those two men were and how easy it was for Dimitri to finish them.
"But we haven't had dessert," Sydney said, slightly pouting in Adrian's direction.
He leaned down, and whispered something Dimitri and Rose luckily couldn't hear. A deep blush covered the blonde's cheeks as she playfully pushed against her boyfriend's chest.
"Adrian," she gasped. It was cute to see someone like Sydney, who seemed like such a serious individual, become so girly and frazzled, because of Adrian.
Whatever Adrian had said convinced Sydney, so the four got ready to leave. The boys paid the bill, and as they waited for the waiter to bring their cards back, Rose leaned towards Dimitri.
"Are you okay, Comrade?" she asked, worry clear in her voice. She noticed that Dimitri's mood seemed completely off, and wondered if it was because of her.
Dimitri had his hands shoved into his pockets, so Rose wouldn't notice the bruises and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired."
Rose didn't believe a word he said and Dimitri knew it. He also knew that most of her worry must be due to doubt she had in herself so he leaned over and kissed the edge of her mouth, just missing her lips. He pulled his right hand out, but quickly placed it behind Rose's back so she wouldn't see it.
He pulled her towards his chest and leaned towards her ear and whispered truthfully, "You really do look so beautiful right now."
A light blush covered Rose's cheek, not only because of his public display of affection, but also the compliment he paid her. In school, she was so used to guys referring to her as hot or sexy. But Dimitri had been the first guy to ever call her beautiful, and when he said it, she truly believed him.
He leaned further down, brushing his lips against her left clavicle, over her marred skin, and pulled back once the waiter handed him his card.
Rose smiled softly, though Dimitri hadn't seen. Just the fact that he paid extra attention to the parts of Rose that she felt self-conscious about completely melted her heart.
The couples said their goodbyes once they reached their cars and after promising to do this again really soon, they both departed and went to their homes.
Once Rose and Dimitri got back to their place, Rose immediately chucked her uncomfortable heels off by the front door and made her way to the kitchen.
"I don't know about you Comrade, but I really wanted some dessert," she said, looking through the cabinets and refrigerator for something sweet to eat.
Dimitri watched with a smile on his face, as Rose navigated through the kitchen, pulling out item after item, and making herself an ice cream sundae.
Putting a spoonful of the sugary concoction in her mouth, she moaned out loud, sparking an arousal within Dimitri.
"You sure you don't want some Comrade?" Rose asked, though with the speed she was eating, he doubted she actually wanted to share.
He chuckled and shook his head, saying no he didn't
Rose shrugged her shoulders and said, "Your loss."
When she was finished, she placed the bowl on the counter so she could push herself out of her seat. Slightly losing her balance once she got up, Rose's hand accidently swiped the bowl towards the edge of the island, before Dimitri caught it, saving it from shattering all over the floor.
He handed the bowl to Rose, who looked impressed at Dimitri's quick reflexes.
"Thanks," she said, grabbing the bowl from his hand. As she did, her left hand brushed against his knuckles and he quietly winced.
Rose immediately picked up on the sound.
"What happened?" she said, slightly alarmed.
Dimitri shook his head, shoving his hand back into his pocket.
He had been so careful all the way home, making sure his hands didn't stray from the steering wheel. He had momentarily forgotten that he meant to hide his bruised knuckles when he saw the bowl about to fall.
Rose wasn't buying Dimitri's denial, just like she hadn't been buying his half-assed "I'm okay" that he had been saying to her all night.
She put the bowl down and grabbed his hand, pulling it out of his pocket.
Rose's eyes widened and she immediately gasped at what she saw. Fresh cuts lined Dimitri's slightly swollen knuckles, and as Rose looked closely, she could see some dried blood on them, as well. She quickly pulled his other hand out of his pocket, too only to see that it looked just as worse as the other one.
She looked at Dimitri, eyebrows furrowed, and concern masking her features.
"What happened?"
Dimitri just shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
"This isn't nothing Dimitri, just look at your hands!" she exclaimed.
Rose looked at Dimitri expectantly, waiting for him to say something.
"Well, what happened?" she asked. "Don't lie to me either. Those marks weren't on your hand before we left."
The longer she waited for Dimitri to answer, the deeper her frown became. Dimitri was clearly ashamed at whatever he had done, because he refused to look Rose in the eyes.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, Rose said, "You know what, forget it. I thought we were close enough to be honest with each other but I guess not." Rose began walking away from Dimitri, to go upstairs. She was hurt that he couldn't be honest with her despite all they had done and shared with one another.
Rose needed to go around Dimitri to leave the kitchen. Just as she was about to pass him, she felt his rough hand grip her arm, halting her movements.
A flare of annoyance shot through Rose and she was about to tell Dimitri where he could shove that hand when he finally spoke.
"These guys at the restaurant were talking about you," he told her, though his head was still bent, refusing to look at her.
Rose turned as much as she could towards Dimitri, considering he still had a hold on her arm.
"What guys? What did they say?" she questioned.
Dimitri let out a deep sigh, wondering if he should tell her the details. He finally let go of Rose to run a frustrated hand through his hair.
"I'm trying to understand you Dimitri," Rose said, noticing Dimitri's frustration. "Please, just talk to me."
Dimitri finally looked at Rose before he spoke.
"Those two guys in the suits. They were speaking inappropriately about you girls, you in particular."
Rose looked at him slightly confused, "I didn't hear anything."
"That's because they were speaking in Russian."
A bit of understanding took over her features and she asked, "The one who called me suka?"
Dimitri looked at her in surprise. "You know what that means?"
"Not really," Rose said shrugging, "but Nathan was Russian and he said it enough when he was mad at me that I know it can't be something good."
Dimitri's eyebrows furrowed together and he could feel that earlier rage filling him up again. He looked away from Rose so she wouldn't see how angry he was getting, but she could tell.
He felt her delicate hand brush up against his clenched fist, wordlessly urging him to loosen his stiff muscles.
"Did you get into a fight with them, because they called me names?" She asked becoming a bit wary over how quickly Dimitri lost his cool over something as ridiculous as that.
"I was going to let it go, maybe curse them out at most, but…" he trailed off.
"But what?" Rose urged.
"They said something about slipping a pill into your drink." Dimitri looked straight into Rose's eyes as he spoke and though his voice was low, she could tell he was getting angrier by the second.
"They discussed in detail which one was going to take you in what way. They laughed about it, like it was a fucking joke." Dimitri shook his head, trying not to loose his cool in front of Rose of all people, though he wanted nothing more than to go back to that restaurant and finish what he had started with those men.
Rose went a bit pale in the face. She couldn't catch a break. Wherever she turned, there seemed to be a creep just waiting to take advantage of her.
"So what did you do?" She asked quietly, hesitation and worry clear in her voice.
"I followed them outside and beat them up," he said, as simply as he could. "Adrian was there to stop me from taking it too far." And thank God for that, considering how much damage he had done in those few minutes it took for Adrian to finally pull Dimitri off of those men.
Rose took a slight step back from Dimitri and he immediately noticed. She wasn't sure what she was feeling, but it shocked her to her core to see that because of her, a man as calm and collected as Dimitri had been bought to such a state.
But there was something she needed to know.
"What if Adrian hadn't stopped you?" she whispered, almost afraid to know the answer.
For the first time since they had come back home, Dimitri looked at Rose without an ounce of shame lining his features. He took a step towards Rose and looked deep into her eyes, so she knew how serious he was about what he was going to say. And then he truthfully told her.
"I would have killed them. For you Rose, I would kill anyone."
Rose gasped out loud at Dimitri's brutal honesty. Here was a man that had taken her in to protect her and he had essentially done just that, but what he had done tonight went beyond the promise he had made her parents to protect her.
As she looked at Dimitri, she noticed that she had never seen him as exposed as she did just then. Sure she had seen him down to his boxers before, but this was different.
She could see on his face how serious he was about committing murder for the sake of her.
And as she stood in front of this man- who was clearly capable of serious violence- and contemplated everything he just said, Rose couldn't help but feel safe.
Many months ago, another man had killed people, because of Rose and that alone should have had her running fast and far from Dimitri. But the difference was, Nathan did what he did to instill fear in Rose. He did it for himself.
What Dimitri had done tonight was for Rose and Rose alone.
Rose stepped close to Dimitri so their chests brushed together.
"You would really do that?" She asked in wonderment, becoming breathless by Dimitri's close proximity and the scent of his aftershave filling her senses.
Dimitri's eyes darkened and he gripped Rose's chin in his large hand. Lowering his voice, he answered, "For you Rose, I would do anything," before crashing his lips against hers.
Rose felt disgusted, but only at herself.
She couldn't help but feel aroused at Dimitri's admission. Was she a fucked up person, she thought, for being so turned on by a man who had just told her he would kill for her.
As Dimitri pushed his mouth harder onto Rose's, urging her to kiss him back, Rose finally decided that she didn't care.
Yeah, she was fucked up, but Dimitri did what he did for her. For once in her life, she felt completely and utterly safe, and if it made her a bad person that some scum piece's of shits who joked about drugging and raping her got beat up, then so be it.
Though they hadn't established what they were, Rose knew in her heart that Dimitri was her man and his actions tonight proved all that he would do for her.
So with that thought, Rose finally began kissing Dimitri back. Her hands found home in his silky hair, as she pushed herself completely against him. He groaned into the kiss at the feel of Rose's body molded against his and ran his tongue over the seam of her lips, begging for entry.
Rose immediately responded, their tongues and breath mingling together. They had kissed one another a few times before, but no kiss had been as hungry and desperate as this one.
They didn't speak anymore on the incident between Dimitri and those men, nor about what Dimitri just admitted to Rose. Instead, they poured all of their emotions and feelings into their kiss.
Pulling back slightly, Rose looked at Dimitri with lust and another emotion, one they weren't ready to admit just yet, despite all they had been through together. She grabbed onto his shirt and walked them backwards until her back hit the kitchen island. Dimitri wordlessly followed Rose, his eyes darkening with lust as each second ticked by.
Rose hoisted herself up onto the counter, than pulled the hem of her dress up so it rested just below her bottom.
Lowering her voice, Rose was sure she had never said something so seductively to another man before.
"I think it's time for your dessert," she whispered, before lying down and opening her legs for a hungry Dimitri.